The UPS guy and I are friends. He knows my name, but I don't know his, and it's too far gone now for me to ask without it being weird. We were both on vacation the other week, and he went to disney with his 5 year old, and he was showing me pictures and videos (she was SO cute) and I mentioned about how I went and totally cried when I met Ariel and he laughed and then said 'oh, you're serious'. Yep. Then I made it worse and said, well I didn't cry when I met her, I cried when I first saw her across the room, the tears were gone (barely) by the time she came around to the table. Am I not supposed to admit to these things?
I don't like mickey mouse. I don't hate him, but I don't love him. I'm a princess girl. My mum loves mickey mouse, but she hates minnie mouse. I don't have strong feelings about minnie.
^ that's my mum. Don't tell her, she will legit kill me. She also loves eeyore almost as much as mickey.
Just for fun, here's a picture of me with tigger from that trip. I was obsessed with tigger when I was younger, and as a teenager I totally tried to make TTFN happen (ta-ta for now!). It didn't happen.
Speaking of Disney, when I was younger, I thought the words to part of your world went like this:
Betcha' on land, they'd understand
Bet they don't reprimand their daughters
Pregnant women, sick of swimming
Ready to stand
I'm a huge Elvis fan. Apparently not enough to sing the correct lyrics, but still. Mum loved him too, so I grew up listening to his music.
On our cruise, every time KC would finish his main meal, the waiter would ask him if he wanted another (which KC would say yes to, because the portions were tiny compared to what we were used to), but then when we ordered dessert, he would always laugh and make a big deal that I ordered 2 (okay, sometimes 3). Rude! Let me eat as many desserts as I want to, I am on vacation!
Also, speaking of the cruise - KC and I went through our entire supply of sunscreen on the first day, we had to buy more. No big deal, but seriously. We used so much sunscreen that we could have been bottles of sunscreen, and we still got burned. It was crazy. I am currently peeling and it is disgusting.
I haven't been sunburned more that a tinge here or there in like 5 years because I just can't willingly lay out without sunscreen, knowing that not only am I asking for skin cancer, but it's gonna hurt like a mother when it burns. We only hung out by the pool for a few hours (and partly in the shade!) a couple of the days, but I guess it didn't matter. We burned immediately. Oh well.
I was just minding my own beeswax, scrolling through instagram the other night when I got a notification of a new follower and then I promptly fell off the couch and had a heart attack.
I am a huge dorky fangirling fan of Jamie and her blog and basically everything she does. If she recommends a book, I read it. She's never steered me wrong. Plus, she just seems really cool and awesome and I want to be her friend. I know, I'm a loser. It's cool. Are you a loser if you call yourself out? I think it makes me cool, to own my weird.
I know we all say this all the time, but I can't believe we are in July. I mean, I believe it, but damn. Time flies, right?